Confessions of a sociologist

Radical Sociologist| Grad Student | Women's Health Advocate | Shopaholic | Green Tea Addict | Indecisive 24 Year Old

I once had to say this on a show many years ago, and I truly believe it: Loneliness is a choice. I like to be alone; I’m more comfortable alone. But I do recognise that I take it too far sometimes and so I try to force myself to keep up with being sociable. I just am a bit of a lone ranger; I always have been. But I don’t believe that necessarily has to translate to being lonely. You can be lonely in a crowd of a thousand people. I can be in a hotel room on my own, and not feel lonely. It all comes down to how comfortable you are with who you are in the silence.

—Gillian Anderson (via allweare-juststories)

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1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

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I don’t want to be a one of those “always reblog” douches but…

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annetdonahue:

dear-travis:

bellecs:

excuse me miss dionne. 

This movie was all kinds of on point.

Murray and Dionne do not get enough credit in the “Best Movie Couples Ever” department, and that’s a wrong we need to right.

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- It’s your job! I give you money. You give me ideas.
- And you never say thank you!
That’s what the money is for! You’re young, you’ll get your recognition. And honestly, its absolutely ridiculous to be two years into your career and counting your ideas! Everything to you is an opportunity! And you should be thanking me every morning when you wake up, along with Jesus for giving you another day! | GET TO KNOW ME MEME: MAD MEN, THE SUITCASE [2/5 tv episodes]

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“I hate him. And I… I don’t like hating people. But I just put all my hate on him so I don’t have to hate anybody else. So that l could be a good person, you know. To my grandmother, to my friends, to your daughter. That’s all I wanna say. I just wanna tell him to his face that I hate him. But he doesn’t even have a face.”

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kentmcfuller:

do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man

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mrsfallontimberlake:

People talk about how hard long distance relationships are but nobody talks about the struggle of long distance friendships. I would give my left leg right now to just be able to sit in our pjs and watch movies or to just be able to give a big fucking hug. 

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